From the Chairman:
If you ever get a chance to travel to the D-Day beaches, to stand in the sand, lean back, and
look straight up the sheer cliffs of Pointe du Hoc, you should go. I won’t try to dramatize or
sensationalize the moment other than to say that the Army Rangers climbed straight up the
sheer rock, into a hail of bullets, to seize the German fortifications. From the top of Pointe du
Hoc, you can see many of the key beachheads, many of the pilings and structures that were
manufactured in England and hauled across the channel to strategic places where they were
intentionally submerged. The Allied Forces, literally, built a harbor, built wharves, in order to
land men and materiel—and all this was done simultaneously as the battle progressed.
Every inch of this place is a testament, a memorial, to what was achieved and what was
sacrificed.
We need these places—the battlefields, the memorials, the cemeteries. We need to walk
through the camps in Krakow, in Dachau, in Auschwitz. We need to watch that horrendous
archival footage, because as Eisenhower warned, “Get it all on record now—get the films—get
the witnesses—because somewhere down the track of history some b@$+@rd will get up and
say that this never happened.”
The same is true for 9-11. We need to see that footage. We need to walk that field in
Shanksville, PA. Please note, I include those passengers in this tribute to veterans, because,
they were drafted into a conflict where they sacrificed themselves on behalf of others. They
defended us. Hopefully, these tangible, visible things will remind us of the myriad places we
cannot visit and we cannot see—like the countless faraway places where soldiers fought on our
behalf: Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, Lebanon, Mogadishu, Korea, Vietnam . . . .
We need memorials, we need statues, and we must regain a sense of the history all around us.
It is insufficient to site the wars and warriors of recent memory. What about the places and the
people of antiquity? We hike through fields and boat on rivers where poorly equipped patriots
mounted amphibious assaults, in the dead of night, in order to free us from tyranny. We scratch
the surface and we unearth muskets and shot from the ground where good men died to free
their enslaved brothers. And far too often we are blind and oblivious to the cost that went into
each and every acre.
Likewise, when we thank a person in uniform, when we buy them a meal, or when we send
them a package from home, we run the risk of forgetting about those people all around us, who
are carrying the cost of service beneath their clothes and in their hearts, who may need us, and
our recognition, more than ever.
Originally, I thought about ending this essay with a quote about unshakable courage, say maybe
with King Leonidas of Sparta, who when he was told that his enemies were so numerous that
their arrows would blot out the sun, he replied, “Good, then we fight in the shade.”
However, at the risk of sounding too Christian and too patriotic, as if there is such a thing, I will
end on this, “Greater love hath no man that this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
Thank you to our heroes, past and present, in war and in peace, because you never know when
the call may come. Thank you to every branch of service—the Army, the Navy, the Air Force,
the Marines, and the Coast Guard.
May every day be Veteran’s Day!
